I'm extremely interested in Nen abilities.

The way he looked... he must be an ordinary person. Shizuku glanced at Killua's aura, then dismissed it, continuing to work on the photos.

Killua, meanwhile, wondered to himself if his senses had become dulled from eating too much ice cream and chocolate lately. How come this woman, like this man, was so enigmatic?

"I thought you were going to poison me." Killua put his hands in his pockets, raised his head slightly, and looked directly into Jingyang's eyes. "With poison as an ingredient, it might taste even better."

Jingyang laughed and said, "You didn't come here on your own initiative because of this, did you?"

He pointed to the card that remained in the empty cup.

"Of course, I'm only 8 years old, good food is more important to me." Killua glared with his dead fish eyes. "You've been to my house?"

Jingyang said, "Kukulu Mountain is a tourist attraction. There's nothing special about having been there before."

Upon hearing Jingyang mention Kukulu Mountain, Xiaodi finally looked up again, her attention drawn to him.

Jingyang patted the seat next to him. Xiaodi got up and left the seat opposite him, sat down next to Jingyang, and then gathered the pile of newly developed photos to the front, looking curiously at the white-haired boy.

Based on Jing Yang's conversation with him, this white-haired boy is a member of the Zoldyck assassin family from Kukuro Mountain.

Killua glanced at the empty seats and said to Jingyang, "I've been away from home traveling for almost a year (actually, it's been almost two years), and I don't recall ever casually revealing my identity. My family would never casually disclose my information to outsiders. Do you know me?"

His expression remained unchanged, but a question arose in his mind. Even if someone were to push open the trial gate and enter Kukuroo Mountain, they would at most be received by the stewards. He had rarely left home before the age of six, and two years ago his father had thrown him into the Heaven's Arena, where he remained until now. Logically, it was unlikely that a stranger would recognize him as a member of the Zoldyck family at a glance. But if they didn't recognize him, why would they give him those kinds of cards and notes?

Jingyang laughed and said, "Anyway, we know each other now. You can call me Zhen Yuanzi. I've just reached the 70th floor of the Sky Arena. What about you?"

What do you mean by "we know each other now"? Killua said, "I am Killua. You really pushed open the two trial gates?"

Two years ago, when I left home, I couldn't even push open the first door! If it weren't for that, it wouldn't have taken me two whole months to reach the 150th floor of the Sky Arena.

Jingyang's smile deepened upon hearing this, and he gestured to the person opposite him, "You don't believe me? Let's arm wrestle. You'll see once you try."

Arm wrestling?

Killua thought for a moment, "That works too."

He was highly skilled and daring, unafraid to eat poison as if it were food, and his body was tempered by time; he could even withstand being electrocuted by touching an electric shock. Ordinary assassination methods had no effect on him, a prodigy trained by a top-tier assassin family, so he was naturally not afraid that the guy opposite him might have some other plans.

Killua jumped onto the opposite seat and extended his right hand.

Jingyang extended his right hand and shook hands with him, "Xiaodi, you count to three, two, one."

Killua met his gaze, and upon shaking hands, he could sense that the man's wrist strength was indeed remarkable. He was already somewhat convinced of the man's claim that he had opened the trial gate of his own family, so he held his breath and prepared to fight back.

Little Di raised her hand and counted, "Three, two, one."

"Hey!"

Killua unleashed a burst of strength with his right arm, only to find that the opponent's arm seemed to be welded to the table, remaining completely still.

Killua's forehead creased with a 'well' sign. He wasn't about to give up easily, so he used a special assassin technique. His right arm seemed to grow thicker out of nowhere, and the muscles in his once slender arm bulged out. Even the hand he was holding with Jingyang looked ferocious and terrifying, with veins bulging on his skin. You could almost feel the blood rushing through his veins, delivering a force powerful enough to shatter rocks and split monuments into pieces.

To Killua's delight, the guy opposite him was no longer calm and collected. It was obvious that he was also clenching his right hand, tensing his right arm, and increasing his strength, which meant that he had forced the other party to show his true strength.

Killua was equally frustrated because he had given it his all, but all he had done was force the opponent to take things seriously.

Killua gritted his teeth, his thick, veiny arm trembling slightly as Jingyang pressed him down onto the table to his right.

boom!

Killua's right hand touched the table.

"I lost!"

Killua pulled his hand away with a displeased expression, shook it with difficulty, and the thick, ferocious hand that had been there just moments before suddenly diminished, returning to its original state.

Little Di was stunned. She adjusted her glasses and observed curiously.

Killua suddenly noticed a smear of jam on his right palm, and his face immediately turned green. "How come you have jam on your hand?! Ugh, it's filthy..."

Jing Yang handed him a tissue and laughed, "Do you believe me now? Are you also competing in the Sky Arena?"

Killua wiped his hands clean with a tissue. "Yeah, tomorrow at noon, on the 190th floor, is my last match (actually, it's not). Do you want to come watch? After I win that match, I should probably go home (actually, I don't want to go home at all)."

Xiao Di asked in confusion, "Aren't we going to floors above 200?"

Killua calmly replied, "I miss home (actually, no). That's all, bye-bye."

He jumped off the chair and left without looking back.

"Damn it, they're incredibly powerful. They're stronger than everyone above floor 100!"

As soon as Killua pushed open the door and went out, his face darkened.

"Is it not just him, but the woman next to him also possesses this kind of power?"

"This is infuriating! I almost lost control of my murderous urges..."

……

After Killua left, Shizuku turned to look at Jingyang. Looking down, she saw Jingyang wiping the jam off her palm with a tissue.

Although the jam was smeared, you could still vaguely make out that it was originally a pentagram symbol.

Even though Xiao Di and Jing Yang were already so familiar with each other, she didn't notice when or how he had drawn a pentagram symbol with jam on his palm beforehand.

"Guess how many truths he just said?" Jingyang asked, noticing Xiaodi looking at her hands, and couldn't help but laugh, "What's wrong?"

Little Di asked curiously, "Why didn't it work?"

She didn't care at all about Jingyang's idea of ​​marking a strange boy with a star right away.

To her surprise, Jingyang's ability failed.

That white-haired assassin boy clearly hadn't even mastered the basics of Nen, so there was no way he could defend against Jingyang's manipulation abilities.

Jingyang also said thoughtfully, "That's true. So, after eliminating all the impossibilities, only one possibility remains."

Xiao Di asked in surprise, "Has he already been controlled by another manipulation-type ability user?"

“Perhaps,” Jing Yang said. “No parent can really just leave their child running around outside unattended, right? They always have to take some protective measures. This is the young master of an assassin family! Maybe while we were interacting with him just now, there were some assassins secretly watching him from the shadows outside the window…”

Xiao Di nodded in sudden realization.

Besides this theory, Jingyang suspected an even greater possibility—that a Nen needle might have been implanted in Killua's forehead.

Killua's older brother, the eldest son of the Zoldyck family, a manipulator-type Nen user, Illumi = the Zoldyck family's Nen ability.

A Manipulation-based ability guarantees victory by striking first. Only if Illumi's Manipulation-based Nen needles were implanted in Killua's forehead could Jingyang's Manipulation-based ability, Star Mark, possibly fail to take effect...

“But an assassin should be very perceptive,” Xiao Di said, her doubts growing. “You were clearly trying to control him, didn’t he sense the danger?”

Jingyang reached out and pinched her soft cheeks. "That only proves that I meant no harm, right?"

"Then why did Jingyang want to mark him..." Xiao Di's cheek was being pinched, and she spoke in a slightly pouty voice.

Jingyang let go of his hand. "Well..."

Xiao Di rubbed her cheeks. Jing Yang organized his thoughts and said, "Once, I marked someone, and I instantly gained their language ability. I guessed at the time that this was because their mother tongue had been internalized as their instinct, so when I controlled them, I naturally mastered this instinct as well... So I thought, if I did the same thing to someone who had mastered assassin skills to an unparalleled degree, maybe I could instantly learn a lot of assassin techniques as well."

“I didn’t actually intend to control him as a puppet. If I can successfully learn the assassin techniques, I can immediately erase the mark,” Jing Yang said. “Besides, he doesn’t know how to use magic. Surely that won’t trigger his assassin instincts, right? Wouldn’t that make him invincible, like he has a built-in radar…”

That's Zoldyck Killua, not Haibara Killua.

There are also differences between radars.

Killua has not yet ventured into the realm of Nen. Even though he is a highly trained assassin, his abilities still have limits.

“Oh…” Little Drops suddenly realized, “Then I’ll go and catch him. He doesn’t seem that strong, so I should be able to subdue him easily, and then I’ll figure out a way to remove the current effects on him.”

"Sit down, sit down!" Jingyang grabbed her arm. "I told you I meant no harm."

Little Drop obediently sat back down next to him, and heard him mutter, "Besides, we can't beat the people behind Killua..."

This is the key point, isn't it?

Xiao Di glanced at him.

"What are you looking at?" Jing Yang pinched her cheek again; it really felt good. He laughed and said, "Alright, the assassin young master thing was just a little episode. Let's continue with our own business."

"Okay." Xiao Di pulled out the photo that had been accidentally taken of the Huangfaku Luta tribe. "Why does Jingyang want to find this person?"

Jing Yang said, "The Kuruta clan was wiped out by the Phantom Troupe, and I'm afraid this is the only survivor. Isn't that tragic? I'm asking you, isn't that tragic?"

Little Drop blinked.

Jing Yang laughed and said, "I reckon the spider we left on Greed Island is dead. As for Liang Zi, we've already formed a bond with the Phantom Troupe. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. This Kurta clan member must also hate the Phantom Troupe to the bone. In that case, he's our natural ally."

Little Drop nodded.

Jingyang added, "Besides, our great Dawn of the Dawn only has two members so far, which is rather inappropriate."

"This third member, it's decided!"

Snap! He tapped his finger on the silhouette of Kurapika at the edge of the photo.

……

Stepping out of the restaurant, Xiao Di asked, "But how do we find it?"

"Well, this great immortal has his own humble plan," Jingyang said with a smile. "Let's go buy some props first."

On the way, Xiao Di suddenly thought of something and asked curiously, "If we want to recruit new members, that 'Young Master Zoldyck' you mentioned seems like a good candidate."

Jing Yang said speechlessly, "You said it yourself, he's a young master, how could he be so easily persuaded to join us?"

Xiao Di nodded and said, "Oh. Jing Yang has his eye on the Kuluta tribe. He has no other choice, which is why he is more likely to agree to our request."

Jingyang rubbed her cheeks with his palms and laughed, "Little Di, you're just spouting such nonsense, it makes me want to kiss you."

Little Drop blinked innocently.

Jingyang tried to control himself, control himself, and control himself again... but he couldn't control himself and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"Besides, even if we're going to trick a Zoldyck into joining the organization, why would we need to recruit a little kid? Instead of looking for that Killua kid, I might as well be bolder and go straight for his high-end version... Why would we need a juvenile version when we already have a fully-formed one?"

Who is the "Perfect Form"?

"His biological father..."

"Oh...that one must be harder, right?"

"Can't I even think about it?"

"Right."

"So there's no rush. Let's develop first! Let's deal with that Kurta tribe member first before making any further plans."

"Ah."